As time passes by
the lights fade out
the darkness surrounding
fills our minds with doubt.
That the light had ever existed.
That the world once seemed like what it isn’t.
We lose our minds
and our souls slowly dim
as we’re trapped inside this never ending shade,
just waiting for our lives to begin…
Again? Amongst all this decay?
On this decrepit earth that once held our hopes?
But- what is our choice?
To become a headless creature of doubt?
Closed away from everyone around,
Living our lives lost in the dark,
Unable to open our eyes to see the spark.
The spark of light-
we were convinced that we imagined it.
But it only stayed as we moved past.
Time moves in circles,
not in a straight line,
So why are we still facing the night
and leaving the daylight behind?
Amagove gave me the words blood, pain, a little baby, and emptiness to explain the loss of a child for my interactive poetry. I have never experienced this, but here is what I came up with.
She looked down at the blood stained bed,
staring at the shades of brown and red.
Her hands trembled as she wiped her tears.
She never thought she would have to face this fear.
Thoughts of could have been’s and if only’s
filled her mind, as her soul grew lonely.
This emptiness enveloped all of her being
as her heart sank to the silence of his not beating.
Something so small- a little baby
and the hope of maybe… just maybe
caused so much pain in this mother’s heart
that it clenched onto her spirit and tore her apart.
If you have words you would like me to use in a poem, comment on here or on my interactive poetry post and I’ll be glad to write something and link you to the post!
Photo Credit: http://www.covenantfamilysolutions.com/miscarriages-pain-lingers/